Tuesday, January 19
Sunday, January 3
Saturday, January 2
All that I Know
Going up to retreat and coming down from it, both ways I knew or know nothing.
From here to the mountain I thought I knew freedom. I lived everyday like I wanted. I did homework whenever I felt like it. I lied to my mom about finishing my homework or about where or who I went out with. I wanted to try drinking and go clubbing because those are the things that would probably define "fun" later. And I thought this was freedom. I knew nothing.
At retreat, I knew nothing as I came before the cross. Did I, who loves this world more than God, deserve to be kneeling here? Did I, who praised the world in norebang more than in the sanctuary, deserve to lift my arms in praise? And in the slightest chance I really am able to do these things, where do I start anew? Where is the start point? In life, it's not as clearly labeled like it is on Monopoly or given to you like in a video game. Do I start reading from Genesis and read straight through until Revelation or should I start from Matthew and go in a full circle? If my heart is not fired for God, can I still jump around and shout His praise? How am I supposed to bring our church into one body of Christ when I myself don't really have close friends at church? Who am I? I don't know.
And here in front of my computer, finished with retreat, I still know nothing. If someone were to ask me something about God, would I know what to say? If my Christian identity was suddenly put on the line, would I deny Christ or claim His blood? If my dear friends I love so much would suddenly leave me behind because I have taken up the cross, would I follow them or Jesus? Have I really, truly accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior? Am I really going to Heaven or am I just fooling myself when I'm really bound to Hell? I don't know.
All I know is I want to live again. I've had thoughts of suicide: "My mom would be happy without me. That way she won't have to pay for my college or deal with any stress about me not fulfilling my responsibilities. Even if she feels sad about my death, she'll get over it and move on like everyone else does." Some might have called that really emo or dramatizing the issue but I don't expect anyone to really understand. All I know is I want to live.
On New Year's Eve, I watched a performance by the junior highers. They did a body worship to the song Above All and the lyrics stuck to me for the first time.
Jesus, who is really above all things, was born into this world to die for it, while we, the sinners who foolishly not only destroy the world we live in but also break His heart hundred times fold, are born to live. Not only that, while He was alive he was rejected and alone. Then how much more are we meant to live?
When I first heard Above All, I thought it was saying Jesus is truly above all treasures, kingdoms and wonders but when I watched the junior higher's performance, I felt the song was saying that as He was crucified, He thought of me above all things. I don't even know if that's the right interpretation I'm supposed to get, but I'll take it like that for now.
And so right now I live. If that was the right choice, I'll probably never know. But to choose death feels like the deceit of the enemy and is most definitely the wrong choice. So I decide to live and maybe, just maybe, along the way I'll answer some if not all of the questions but even then I'll trust in His words and promises and let them guide me. If this is the right place to start, who knows? But as the Lord promised two things:
(1) In his heart a man plans his course but the Lord directs his steps. - Provers 16:9
(2) "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart." - Jeremiah 19:11-13
And I surrender all to You, all to You. Who knew giving up all I had, the world that I thought I loved, would make me this happy?
From here to the mountain I thought I knew freedom. I lived everyday like I wanted. I did homework whenever I felt like it. I lied to my mom about finishing my homework or about where or who I went out with. I wanted to try drinking and go clubbing because those are the things that would probably define "fun" later. And I thought this was freedom. I knew nothing.
At retreat, I knew nothing as I came before the cross. Did I, who loves this world more than God, deserve to be kneeling here? Did I, who praised the world in norebang more than in the sanctuary, deserve to lift my arms in praise? And in the slightest chance I really am able to do these things, where do I start anew? Where is the start point? In life, it's not as clearly labeled like it is on Monopoly or given to you like in a video game. Do I start reading from Genesis and read straight through until Revelation or should I start from Matthew and go in a full circle? If my heart is not fired for God, can I still jump around and shout His praise? How am I supposed to bring our church into one body of Christ when I myself don't really have close friends at church? Who am I? I don't know.
And here in front of my computer, finished with retreat, I still know nothing. If someone were to ask me something about God, would I know what to say? If my Christian identity was suddenly put on the line, would I deny Christ or claim His blood? If my dear friends I love so much would suddenly leave me behind because I have taken up the cross, would I follow them or Jesus? Have I really, truly accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior? Am I really going to Heaven or am I just fooling myself when I'm really bound to Hell? I don't know.
All I know is I want to live again. I've had thoughts of suicide: "My mom would be happy without me. That way she won't have to pay for my college or deal with any stress about me not fulfilling my responsibilities. Even if she feels sad about my death, she'll get over it and move on like everyone else does." Some might have called that really emo or dramatizing the issue but I don't expect anyone to really understand. All I know is I want to live.
On New Year's Eve, I watched a performance by the junior highers. They did a body worship to the song Above All and the lyrics stuck to me for the first time.
You lived to die, rejected and alone.
Jesus, who is really above all things, was born into this world to die for it, while we, the sinners who foolishly not only destroy the world we live in but also break His heart hundred times fold, are born to live. Not only that, while He was alive he was rejected and alone. Then how much more are we meant to live?
When I first heard Above All, I thought it was saying Jesus is truly above all treasures, kingdoms and wonders but when I watched the junior higher's performance, I felt the song was saying that as He was crucified, He thought of me above all things. I don't even know if that's the right interpretation I'm supposed to get, but I'll take it like that for now.
And so right now I live. If that was the right choice, I'll probably never know. But to choose death feels like the deceit of the enemy and is most definitely the wrong choice. So I decide to live and maybe, just maybe, along the way I'll answer some if not all of the questions but even then I'll trust in His words and promises and let them guide me. If this is the right place to start, who knows? But as the Lord promised two things:
(1) In his heart a man plans his course but the Lord directs his steps. - Provers 16:9
(2) "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart." - Jeremiah 19:11-13
And I surrender all to You, all to You. Who knew giving up all I had, the world that I thought I loved, would make me this happy?
Saturday, December 26
Thursday, December 24
Transformed
Transformed? No. Beginning to be transformed? Yes. Transformed is past tense and I have not changed 360 degrees but I have begun to transform. It's a process, a long process with lots of battles. Thus begins the transformation. Jesus, keep me humble.
Winter Retreat '09
Wednesday, December 9
The Difference Between Hoshi and my Mom
They want to help us get in to college. What a joke.
When we go sit in the counselor's office on our own initiative, we just get the basic, "You can do it." Or the Ivy League schools aren't the only schools. Students might be caught up with the "elite thinking" but counselors are caught up in "students can't do it, so why try." We already know our options are open but we still want to shoot up there and you aren't helping us. Giving us the overrated, "Do what you love" and the "Trust us, we know what we're doing," doesn't help. What a joke. Oxford Academy's name is no where near worth the grades. Outsiders think students at Oxford get straight A's. Not many outsiders know Oxford is best at fucking up transcripts.
And does Oxford help? What a joke. Technically, Oxford is a college preparatory high school, not a guarantee-good-college high school, but I'd rather go to Kennedy High School and get into a good college and learn from there instead of getting bad grades at a "preparatory" high school and "knowing" what it's like in college. Because in the end, everyone gets used to college whether they were ready in high school or not. Sure it's good to prepare for the future but not to the point where you forget to fully enjoy a normal high school life. But what does Hoshi care? He's cares about your pink tank-top, not you.
Those that maybe care a little tell you, "Oh yes, you can totally go to college with your grades. If you get an 1700 on your SAT and straight B's, you could probably get into a lot of your college choices." And they mean every word. Then you go to your mom and she says, "What the hell is this: 1800 SAT 3A's and 3B's? I'm going to kick you out of the house if you end up in community college." And she also means every word.
Everyone knows college doesn't necessarily guarantee a good career, much less a bright future. Sure, the I-graduated-from-Harvard-law-school sticker you get to wear on your forehead looks great when you meet up with your old friends from elementary or high school but junior college alumni can get a stable and lovable job, too. The school staff tells you that all the time but who fucking cares? Certainly not me or my mom.
When we go sit in the counselor's office on our own initiative, we just get the basic, "You can do it." Or the Ivy League schools aren't the only schools. Students might be caught up with the "elite thinking" but counselors are caught up in "students can't do it, so why try." We already know our options are open but we still want to shoot up there and you aren't helping us. Giving us the overrated, "Do what you love" and the "Trust us, we know what we're doing," doesn't help. What a joke. Oxford Academy's name is no where near worth the grades. Outsiders think students at Oxford get straight A's. Not many outsiders know Oxford is best at fucking up transcripts.
And does Oxford help? What a joke. Technically, Oxford is a college preparatory high school, not a guarantee-good-college high school, but I'd rather go to Kennedy High School and get into a good college and learn from there instead of getting bad grades at a "preparatory" high school and "knowing" what it's like in college. Because in the end, everyone gets used to college whether they were ready in high school or not. Sure it's good to prepare for the future but not to the point where you forget to fully enjoy a normal high school life. But what does Hoshi care? He's cares about your pink tank-top, not you.
Those that maybe care a little tell you, "Oh yes, you can totally go to college with your grades. If you get an 1700 on your SAT and straight B's, you could probably get into a lot of your college choices." And they mean every word. Then you go to your mom and she says, "What the hell is this: 1800 SAT 3A's and 3B's? I'm going to kick you out of the house if you end up in community college." And she also means every word.
Everyone knows college doesn't necessarily guarantee a good career, much less a bright future. Sure, the I-graduated-from-Harvard-law-school sticker you get to wear on your forehead looks great when you meet up with your old friends from elementary or high school but junior college alumni can get a stable and lovable job, too. The school staff tells you that all the time but who fucking cares? Certainly not me or my mom.
"2400 SATs, I'm taking all AP's; 2390 SAT, take me off the family tree."
He who opens a school door, closes a prison. - Victor Hugo
God made the Idiot for practice and then He made the School Board. - Mark Twain
He who opens a school door, closes a prison. - Victor Hugo
God made the Idiot for practice and then He made the School Board. - Mark Twain
Monday, December 7
Disneyland
Being unable to say what I need to say, being unable to tell someone my frustrations and being unable to express my gratefulness and sincerity is such a pain in the ass.
Disneyland is not really the happiest place on earth when it's raining. Home is. Not the house but home. Disneyland was fun though. Cindy and I took like a bizillion pictures of just ourselves. We went on Space Mountain three times again and finished the entire park by 4:30PM. We got to ride all the rides we wanted to even though it was raining. We got to eat whatever we wanted to and move as we wanted to. I wish I was rich. It's one thing to buy a ticket into Disneyland and another to pay for the fun. A good meal for one person costs around $15 to $20. If you stay there all day, you have to eat lunch and dinner. Then the souvenirs are ridiculously overpriced. A nice plushie-turning-into-pillow Eeyore I wanted was $23. I also wanted a few key chains that would have added up to $15. It's like paying $150 to have full happiness at Disneyland (ticket + food + souvenirs). Gosh. I still love Disneyland though. Disneyland has that "magic" other amusement parks certainly don't have. They just rip their tourists off like all the other theme parks. I felt bad for the first timers at Disneyland. They were probably tourists but they had to pick a rainy day to come. The parade was like a last minute mush together. It only consisted of three cars. So lame. Totally does not live up to the hype of Disney's parades and they didn't get to watch fire works either. I would be a very disappointed first timer.
Disneyland is not really the happiest place on earth when it's raining. Home is. Not the house but home. Disneyland was fun though. Cindy and I took like a bizillion pictures of just ourselves. We went on Space Mountain three times again and finished the entire park by 4:30PM. We got to ride all the rides we wanted to even though it was raining. We got to eat whatever we wanted to and move as we wanted to. I wish I was rich. It's one thing to buy a ticket into Disneyland and another to pay for the fun. A good meal for one person costs around $15 to $20. If you stay there all day, you have to eat lunch and dinner. Then the souvenirs are ridiculously overpriced. A nice plushie-turning-into-pillow Eeyore I wanted was $23. I also wanted a few key chains that would have added up to $15. It's like paying $150 to have full happiness at Disneyland (ticket + food + souvenirs). Gosh. I still love Disneyland though. Disneyland has that "magic" other amusement parks certainly don't have. They just rip their tourists off like all the other theme parks. I felt bad for the first timers at Disneyland. They were probably tourists but they had to pick a rainy day to come. The parade was like a last minute mush together. It only consisted of three cars. So lame. Totally does not live up to the hype of Disney's parades and they didn't get to watch fire works either. I would be a very disappointed first timer.
Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.
Friday, December 4
Welcome Back Winter Once Again
It's a freakin roller coaster ride. One moment I'm happy and the next I'm angry.
Who knew it was so hard being nice? This week, I'm really learning to appreciate those kind of people, the type that you're maybe not mean, but harsh to but they still accept you and wouldn't mind being friends with just about everyone. Talk about "let[ting] your love stay strong."
There are so many things I want to say straight up to people's faces but I just can't bring myself to. I wish I could tell her that I feel like I'm the only one trying, that I feel like I have to entertain her all the time to keep her with me. I wish I could tell someone else to stop abusing me and using me whenever useful, to shape up and get a clue when everyone around thinks it's annoying and just down right rude. John Mayer, I wish I could just say what I need to say.
Who knew it was so hard being nice? This week, I'm really learning to appreciate those kind of people, the type that you're maybe not mean, but harsh to but they still accept you and wouldn't mind being friends with just about everyone. Talk about "let[ting] your love stay strong."
There are so many things I want to say straight up to people's faces but I just can't bring myself to. I wish I could tell her that I feel like I'm the only one trying, that I feel like I have to entertain her all the time to keep her with me. I wish I could tell someone else to stop abusing me and using me whenever useful, to shape up and get a clue when everyone around thinks it's annoying and just down right rude. John Mayer, I wish I could just say what I need to say.
You'd better know that in the end
Its better to say too much
Then never say what you need to say again
Even if your hands are shaking
And your faith is broken
Even as the eyes are closing
Do it with a heart wide open
Say what you need to say
Its better to say too much
Then never say what you need to say again
Even if your hands are shaking
And your faith is broken
Even as the eyes are closing
Do it with a heart wide open
Say what you need to say
But some things are better left unsaid. Even if I hate, I can't bring myself to say something too harsh. I'm so stupid.
Well, it's winter now. I love when it's cold and I put on a warm sweater or snuggle in my warm blankets or stand between Angie and Alex and walk in a straight line as they keep me warm. HAHA. I hope it rains and every year, I hope it'll snow. Maybe it'll snow this year.
When it's this time of season, that means it's that time of season again! I love hearing about Winter Formal drama. I don't really like the theme but the location seems really nice and it's until MIDNIGHT. How fun~ It'd be nice to go but who knows. I'd go with Karthika and crew but those tomboys refuse to go, damn it. I need find girlfriends. Oh well, it's totally more than satisfying to watch the ones I adore trying their best. tehee. AJAJA FIGHTING!
Well, it's winter now. I love when it's cold and I put on a warm sweater or snuggle in my warm blankets or stand between Angie and Alex and walk in a straight line as they keep me warm. HAHA. I hope it rains and every year, I hope it'll snow. Maybe it'll snow this year.
When it's this time of season, that means it's that time of season again! I love hearing about Winter Formal drama. I don't really like the theme but the location seems really nice and it's until MIDNIGHT. How fun~ It'd be nice to go but who knows. I'd go with Karthika and crew but those tomboys refuse to go, damn it. I need find girlfriends. Oh well, it's totally more than satisfying to watch the ones I adore trying their best. tehee. AJAJA FIGHTING!
Tuesday, November 24
Dear Vienna,
I like Owl City songs these days. They don't make sense though. Jasmine said the guy who wrote the songs wrote them because he has insomnia, which would explain the name, "Owl City." But nevertheless, the melodies are pretty addicting.
Sunday:
NOREBANG. FINALLY. with Erin! EHEHEHE. I love norebang. I wish I could go again. Can I just live there, please?
Monday:
DROVE FOR THE FIRST TIME. HAHA. I suck. I can't make right turns very well... and I keep getting confused at resident intersections. I would have crashed a couple times if the teacher didn't step on the brakes. Twice, I mixed up the gas and brake pedals. So when I wanted to stop I accidentally pressed the gas pedal. HAHAHA.
I'm having so many stupid thoughts lately but there's no one who'd listen and the ones who would would call me stupid. sigh. LET'S HIT NOREBANG!
Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion.
~Kurt Vonnegut
Sunday:
NOREBANG. FINALLY. with Erin! EHEHEHE. I love norebang. I wish I could go again. Can I just live there, please?
Monday:
DROVE FOR THE FIRST TIME. HAHA. I suck. I can't make right turns very well... and I keep getting confused at resident intersections. I would have crashed a couple times if the teacher didn't step on the brakes. Twice, I mixed up the gas and brake pedals. So when I wanted to stop I accidentally pressed the gas pedal. HAHAHA.
I'm having so many stupid thoughts lately but there's no one who'd listen and the ones who would would call me stupid. sigh. LET'S HIT NOREBANG!
Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion.
~Kurt Vonnegut
Tuesday, November 17
Baby, Are You Down Down Down Down Down?
Hate to admit it but been feeling down lately. So many fights lately. I don't want to handle it all. Words that used to work don't anymore.
Funny how when I don't do anything, I get more tired. It's not that I'm bored but just that I'm tired. But when I spend a day doing all I can and actually getting things done, I'm much more awake and alive.
To be alive.
Funny how when I don't do anything, I get more tired. It's not that I'm bored but just that I'm tired. But when I spend a day doing all I can and actually getting things done, I'm much more awake and alive.
To be alive.
Those that struggle with life are the ones who deserve it.
Thursday, November 12
Pikachu
It's the small things that count.
I was frantically doing homework during lunch and Alex came up to me and was like, "Christine, I'm gonna make your day brighter." I was like, "HAH?" and then he pulls out a yellow action figure out of his bag. I scream. HAHA. PIKACHU!
Thank you, Alex! :D You totally did make my day brighter. It wasn't that dark to begin with but BOY did it make the sun like BURST. HAHA. WHOOHOOOO! <3
THANK YOU ALEX! MWAH <3
I was frantically doing homework during lunch and Alex came up to me and was like, "Christine, I'm gonna make your day brighter." I was like, "HAH?" and then he pulls out a yellow action figure out of his bag. I scream. HAHA. PIKACHU!
Thank you, Alex! :D You totally did make my day brighter. It wasn't that dark to begin with but BOY did it make the sun like BURST. HAHA. WHOOHOOOO! <3
THANK YOU ALEX! MWAH <3
Trying to count the things that can't be counted.
Tuesday, October 27
One Piece Chapter 437
Even if there are billows of smoke,
we can still see the sky,
we can still see the ocean.
It's not like this is hell.
So stop acting like you're about to die.
Stand up.
we can still see the sky,
we can still see the ocean.
It's not like this is hell.
So stop acting like you're about to die.
Stand up.
Sunday, October 25
Friends and Faults
Friends are supposed to accept and love you despite your faults. But can a friend truly still love you if she doesn't know your imperfections? If she doesn't know your flaws then that means she hasn't hung out with you enough or doesn't know you well enough. A true friend should know you inside out, both the good and the bad. A friend doesn't judge based on those faults but embraces them.
Nobody is perfect, which means everyone has bad sides. Usually, you don't know what someone lacks until you get to know them a little. How can someone accept you when she doesn't even fully know you? If she only accept the good aspects, then isn't she just using you? A friend is someone who knows all of what you have and lack and still loves you. Some things might bug her or she might not care at all. But what's so important about that? In the end, all that she really knows is that she loves hanging out with you, whether other people like you or not.
If someone asks me, "What is your friend like?" I should be able to respond with all her good and bad aspects, "Although she is like this, you have no idea how much fun it is to just be around her because she is this, that, some more of this and a little more of that." When someone that hates her tells me, "Did you know that bitch is this and that?" I should be able to say, "Hell yeah, I know what you know. Too bad you don't know what I know. Now apologize for saying shit about her when you don't even really know anything, you bitch."
It's okay when I hear people say to me, "I don't know anything bad about you." But I would be really upset, sad and lost if I heard my friends say the same thing. True friends know but don't judge because knowing and judging are two entirely different matters.
Love is when two people know everything about each other and are still friends.
Nobody is perfect, which means everyone has bad sides. Usually, you don't know what someone lacks until you get to know them a little. How can someone accept you when she doesn't even fully know you? If she only accept the good aspects, then isn't she just using you? A friend is someone who knows all of what you have and lack and still loves you. Some things might bug her or she might not care at all. But what's so important about that? In the end, all that she really knows is that she loves hanging out with you, whether other people like you or not.
If someone asks me, "What is your friend like?" I should be able to respond with all her good and bad aspects, "Although she is like this, you have no idea how much fun it is to just be around her because she is this, that, some more of this and a little more of that." When someone that hates her tells me, "Did you know that bitch is this and that?" I should be able to say, "Hell yeah, I know what you know. Too bad you don't know what I know. Now apologize for saying shit about her when you don't even really know anything, you bitch."
It's okay when I hear people say to me, "I don't know anything bad about you." But I would be really upset, sad and lost if I heard my friends say the same thing. True friends know but don't judge because knowing and judging are two entirely different matters.
Love is when two people know everything about each other and are still friends.
Tuesday, October 20
Childhood Memories
I never thought I had childhood memories. I thought I was too stupid and could not remember anything from when I was little. In some dramas, the characters' childhood reflects a lot of their actions and character and that memory is quite vivid in their minds.
I had no such thing... at least that's what I thought.
Yesterday I got in touch with a friend whom I've known since I was at least four and it brought back a flood of memories. I first met him when I was locked out of my own house with my grandma and my younger sister. We didn't have cell phones at that time and couldn't reach my parents', who were at church, cellphones. So I went over to our next door neighbor, whom I had never met and asked to use their phone. I guess I was really sad because the boy not only came out with his house phone but also a pistachio and offered it to me. Then, I don't know when or how but I came to have two houses. I remember his dogs, his house which I thought was too dark for my liking, his garage that had the air hockey table and hurt my fingers all the time. We played Pokemon on our game boys. Back then was the era of game boy colors and game boy black and white. One time we even had a picnic in his front lawn. We brought out blankets and ate Mexican food. We thought it would be fun to watch a car run over an apple and we weren't wrong.
He came out and told me something honestly even though he was afraid I would reject him. How could I ever hate him? Even if he killed someone I don't think I could hate him. I would be shocked and disappointed but I would not hate him. I sincerely love and treasure him as my friend. It's weird how childhood friends last throughout the years even years where you've been apart for so long. When you come back together, you just have so much to talk about and catch up on. As we grow up, making new friends, real friends, is hard.
The other prominent memory is when I taught my grandma her numbers and the alphabet in English because she wanted to communicate with her grand kids. That's when I remember the shaky handwriting. I was leaning over the table to watch my grandma concentrate even though she was already in her 70s. I'm so glad I at least have one memory of my grandma.
These are the memories that make me warm inside because I tend to forget memories, good or bad. I don't particularly know why I'm so fond of childhood memories. All I know is that I treasure these memories more than I thought I did.
I had no such thing... at least that's what I thought.
Yesterday I got in touch with a friend whom I've known since I was at least four and it brought back a flood of memories. I first met him when I was locked out of my own house with my grandma and my younger sister. We didn't have cell phones at that time and couldn't reach my parents', who were at church, cellphones. So I went over to our next door neighbor, whom I had never met and asked to use their phone. I guess I was really sad because the boy not only came out with his house phone but also a pistachio and offered it to me. Then, I don't know when or how but I came to have two houses. I remember his dogs, his house which I thought was too dark for my liking, his garage that had the air hockey table and hurt my fingers all the time. We played Pokemon on our game boys. Back then was the era of game boy colors and game boy black and white. One time we even had a picnic in his front lawn. We brought out blankets and ate Mexican food. We thought it would be fun to watch a car run over an apple and we weren't wrong.
He came out and told me something honestly even though he was afraid I would reject him. How could I ever hate him? Even if he killed someone I don't think I could hate him. I would be shocked and disappointed but I would not hate him. I sincerely love and treasure him as my friend. It's weird how childhood friends last throughout the years even years where you've been apart for so long. When you come back together, you just have so much to talk about and catch up on. As we grow up, making new friends, real friends, is hard.
The other prominent memory is when I taught my grandma her numbers and the alphabet in English because she wanted to communicate with her grand kids. That's when I remember the shaky handwriting. I was leaning over the table to watch my grandma concentrate even though she was already in her 70s. I'm so glad I at least have one memory of my grandma.
These are the memories that make me warm inside because I tend to forget memories, good or bad. I don't particularly know why I'm so fond of childhood memories. All I know is that I treasure these memories more than I thought I did.
"Youth is wasted on the young." - Mark Twain
Friday, October 16
Full Friday
AHHHH.
You know your day has been great when your classes are easy breezy, you secretly listen to your ipod the whole 5th period, your lunch was great, you helped out at your school, you get a free t-shirt, walk to get a free Baskin Robbins ice cream and live your childhood again at a park. Getting back to school at 6:00 was like a story in a book. You start with school, spend time at school, go out with your schools friends and end the day at school once again.
Dodgeball tournament was pretty fun :) I felt bad for the teams from other schools that came. They didn't get many cheers and lost in the first half (I think). As a referee, it's like playing dodgeball, too. The ball comes flying so fast! D: But it was hella fun both dodging and getting hit. HAHA.
Then spent the rest of the day with Danna, Rhianna, Karthika and an unexpected guest, Andrew. :) We stopped by Veteran Park in Cypress on the way back and it was so fun. I love the swings and the swirly chairs. The people who invented those spinning chairs were genius. You just have to get started and the chair spins faster and faster by itself. It's pretty amazing.
You know your day has been great when your classes are easy breezy, you secretly listen to your ipod the whole 5th period, your lunch was great, you helped out at your school, you get a free t-shirt, walk to get a free Baskin Robbins ice cream and live your childhood again at a park. Getting back to school at 6:00 was like a story in a book. You start with school, spend time at school, go out with your schools friends and end the day at school once again.
Dodgeball tournament was pretty fun :) I felt bad for the teams from other schools that came. They didn't get many cheers and lost in the first half (I think). As a referee, it's like playing dodgeball, too. The ball comes flying so fast! D: But it was hella fun both dodging and getting hit. HAHA.
Then spent the rest of the day with Danna, Rhianna, Karthika and an unexpected guest, Andrew. :) We stopped by Veteran Park in Cypress on the way back and it was so fun. I love the swings and the swirly chairs. The people who invented those spinning chairs were genius. You just have to get started and the chair spins faster and faster by itself. It's pretty amazing.
HAHAHAHA (x999)
Thursday, October 15
Chemistry Puns
Mr. Nguyen performed an experiment where an egg falls into a flask where the egg would not have fit originally. But if the flask is heated, the change of air pressure makes the volume of the air inside the flask expand, lowering the air pressure and thus the air pressure outside of the flask pushed the egg into the flask. The egg did not get sucked in.
Mr. Nguyen: "Chemistry never sucks."
Mr. Nguyen was demonstrating the popular can-crushing experiment where you heat the can and it will crush itself because the air pressure outside the can is greater than the inside. Except he didn't have any cans and so he used a plastic water bottle.
Mr Nguyen: "I can't get any cans."
Maggie: (unintentionally) "Yes, you can."
Tim: "This class is so punny."
Mr. Nguyen: "Chemistry never sucks."
Mr. Nguyen was demonstrating the popular can-crushing experiment where you heat the can and it will crush itself because the air pressure outside the can is greater than the inside. Except he didn't have any cans and so he used a plastic water bottle.
Mr Nguyen: "I can't get any cans."
Maggie: (unintentionally) "Yes, you can."
Tim: "This class is so punny."
It's the small things.
Sunday, October 11
Cindy,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
you're 17. SEVENTEEN.
one more year until you're legally an adult.
we should go vote together or something xD
i'll catch up to you in like two months :)
sorry you're day wasn't PERFECT-O
but who says it has to be?
you can make tomorrow perfect.
or maybe yesterday was perfect with an o.
or it might have only had the p,
but we're still ROLLIN :D
that probably didn't make any sense even though it made perfect sense to me... -____-
in any case,
you're 17. SEVENTEEN.
one more year until you're legally an adult.
we should go vote together or something xD
i'll catch up to you in like two months :)
sorry you're day wasn't PERFECT-O
but who says it has to be?
you can make tomorrow perfect.
or maybe yesterday was perfect with an o.
or it might have only had the p,
but we're still ROLLIN :D
that probably didn't make any sense even though it made perfect sense to me... -____-
in any case,
HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY, CINDY!
Tuesday, October 6
Dum Dee Dum
Song Currently Stuck in My Head: Kids - MGMT
Why do people post? For some months I have like 20 posts and for other months I have like 5. The months with the fewer amount of blogs were my busiest and happiest months, I think. And the times where I have a lot of blogs is when I have the most time doing nothing. So does that mean when I blog the most, that's when I'm most sad? That's SAD. -____-
Life is so gray, I'm having trouble remembering what's black and what's white.
One minute I'm laughing, the next I'm sighing, and I'm laughing again.
Why do people post? For some months I have like 20 posts and for other months I have like 5. The months with the fewer amount of blogs were my busiest and happiest months, I think. And the times where I have a lot of blogs is when I have the most time doing nothing. So does that mean when I blog the most, that's when I'm most sad? That's SAD. -____-
Life is so gray, I'm having trouble remembering what's black and what's white.
One minute I'm laughing, the next I'm sighing, and I'm laughing again.
I've officially lost it.
Saturday, October 3
The Amaranth
An amaranth is commonly known as the pigweed. Most species are not cultivated and caused problems for many farmers in the mid-1990s.
It comes from the Greed word amarantos meaning "the one that never fades" or the never-fading flower.
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PWAHAHA.
2AM JoKwon and BEG GaIn are SO funny xDD
I watched their first We Got Married episode.
What a rough day for them.
They had an awkward first meet, got lost and when they finally found their house it was a mobile home in the back of a truck. HAHA.
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It comes from the Greed word amarantos meaning "the one that never fades" or the never-fading flower.
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PWAHAHA.
2AM JoKwon and BEG GaIn are SO funny xDD
I watched their first We Got Married episode.
What a rough day for them.
They had an awkward first meet, got lost and when they finally found their house it was a mobile home in the back of a truck. HAHA.
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A Rose and an Amaranth blossomed side by side in a garden,
and the Amaranth said to her neighbor,
"How I envy you your beauty and your sweet scent!
No wonder you are such a universal favorite."
But the Rose replied with a shade of sadness in her voice,
"Ah, my dear friend, I bloom but for a time:
my petals soon wither and fall, and then I die.
But your flowers never fade, even if they are cut;
for they are everlasting."
-Aesop's Fables
and the Amaranth said to her neighbor,
"How I envy you your beauty and your sweet scent!
No wonder you are such a universal favorite."
But the Rose replied with a shade of sadness in her voice,
"Ah, my dear friend, I bloom but for a time:
my petals soon wither and fall, and then I die.
But your flowers never fade, even if they are cut;
for they are everlasting."
-Aesop's Fables
Thursday, October 1
Quotes
“Life is the only game in which the object of the game is to learn the rules.”
Ashleigh Brilliant
“Men in the game are blind to what men looking on see clearly.”
Chinese Proverbs
“Please don't ask me what the score is, I'm not even sure what the game is.”
Ashleigh Brilliant
“The man who has no problems is out of the game.”
Elbert Hubbard
“To win you've got to stay in the game.”
Claude M. Bristol
“The way a man plays a game shows some of his character. The way he loses shows all of it.”
“'Oh yes,' he thinks, 'Women. With their subversive sexual tactics have no place in this game.' It is no accident that the queen is the deadliest of pieces; the manly pawn: the weakest.”
Luis Camara Silva
“No coach has ever won a game by what he knows; it's what his players know that counts.”
Paul Bryant
“I've missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I've lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I've been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I've failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.”
Michael Jordan
“When the game is over, the king and the pawn go into the same box”
Italian Proverb
Ashleigh Brilliant
“Men in the game are blind to what men looking on see clearly.”
Chinese Proverbs
“Please don't ask me what the score is, I'm not even sure what the game is.”
Ashleigh Brilliant
“The man who has no problems is out of the game.”
Elbert Hubbard
“To win you've got to stay in the game.”
Claude M. Bristol
“The way a man plays a game shows some of his character. The way he loses shows all of it.”
“'Oh yes,' he thinks, 'Women. With their subversive sexual tactics have no place in this game.' It is no accident that the queen is the deadliest of pieces; the manly pawn: the weakest.”
Luis Camara Silva
“No coach has ever won a game by what he knows; it's what his players know that counts.”
Paul Bryant
“I've missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I've lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I've been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I've failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.”
Michael Jordan
“When the game is over, the king and the pawn go into the same box”
Italian Proverb
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